That was creepy. Really creepy. I might have nightmares tonight. Great job t-rex.

Thanks to Arch Lich Burns for the avatar, and Mnementh for the mustache.

Ã”Ã‡Â£Shoot the dictator and prevent the war? But the dictator is merely the tip of the whole festering boil of social pus from which dictators emerge; shoot him and there'll be another one along in a minute. Shoot him too? Why not shoot everyone and invade Poland?Ã”Ã‡Ã˜
Ã”Ã‡Ã² Terry Pratchett

Absentmindedly brushing aside an alarmingly large mosquito, you continue hacking and slashing through the thick underbrush with your fellow companions. It's been several days, trekking through the jungle, and every one of you are more than looking forward to leaving the hostile, sweltering hot forest.
Looking ahead briefly, you double take at what you just saw. What was that? A person, no doubt. But how could that be possible? There's not a soul left alive in this ancient, overgrown metropolis. Their bodies have long decayed and became fuel for the trees. But, despite this, you saw it--naught for a second, but you saw it. A man, silhouetting right at the horizon ahead, where a clearing revealed a punishing afternoon sun. Just standing there. Twitching, it seemed. But then, in a blink of an eye, he had disappeared. Mirage?
Before you could so much as lift a finger to point it out, the party wearily turns around to the sound of rapid footsteps. Footsteps in this forsaken land could mean nothing good, and your imagination can only speculate what feral animal has came to greet you this time.
Everyone in the party winces. A sickening sound is rebounding from the underbrush, not unlike bones, snapping and cracking again and again. You notice the natural ambience of the forest has stopped. No birds, no insects.
Faster than anyone could hope to react, it bursts out of the bushes and an impossible running speed. Legs snapping and reforming at an incredible pace, entire body twitching as it approaches, a horrid creature rushes forward and jumps--nay, pounces--at your friend, who had been in the back, tying his boot. Besides broken bones jutting in every which way, jutting out its apparently very flexible dark green skin, its horrible visage seems to be made complete by its face; stretched, with a wide, silent maw and empty eye sockets, with a trickle of smoke coming from each.
You are in shock, everything happened at once. You take a step back in hesitation.
Your friend, now on the ground, getting clawed at wildly while every stands dumbfounded, manages to get a hold on his knife, and runs it through the creature, the skin parting with a sound of a wet canvas. Smoke erupts from the wound, and the billowing cloud quickly engulfs most of everyone, the only assurance they're still there being their panicked coughs and screams for aid.
Taking more steps back from the steadily growing cloud, you loose your footing, tumbling down a steep, muddy slope. You hit several thick tree trunks and eventually find yourself encased in a bed of brambles. Glancing around wearily, you seem to be quite alone. But your friends can still be heard.
With the entire jungle silent, their calls to arms quickly and coughing are soon punctured by yells of pain, and that noise. That hideous cracking noise. It is now overlaid by more and more, all in a nauseating chorus that thickens the air.
Their yells become screams of agony in the smoke. Then, silence once more.
Sweating profusely, you visibly shake in your bed of thorns. There is only that blanket of smoke. But it is following, slowly, trickling down the hill in a slithering fashion.
You try to stand, but the thorns are fastened heavily into your clothing. At first, you try to pick them out, one by one, but as the smoke gets closer, the cracking resumes. You are soon tearing your clothing, and then your own flesh; anything to escape and run for your life.
Unsheathing your weapon, you yell out in desperation as the smoke surrounds you. As your eyes water and you involuntarily cough until your chest hurts, your vision is too poor to spot out all of the silhouettes that have appeared before you, faces stretched in sickening grins.

Not as good as the mabidi in my eyes, but I feel really proud about the oversaturated details in the background

How come? I mean, one of the two PC's are a dwarf that rely heavily on melee, and for the monsters and NPC's they encounter, I try and make it reasonably even with somewhere around 40% melee, 40% ranged and 20% other (magic and such). Just an estimate of course.

Speaking of NPC's, have the Dryad, and the Yutebiir. One is a wretched soul, hated by all, and not all of it is misplaced, but with a truly sad story of how they ended at their current position today, marked with betrayal and heartbreak. ...And the other is the white thing on the right, the Yutebiir.
They will do anything to get at the other's throat...whose side would you choose?

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And, no, not all the females in the N&D universe have the "Chainmail Bikini" stereotype, she just...well...lives in the forest if I were to be realistic she'd probably be naked, but I don't think I'd ever draw some girl naked, it just seems like a cheap way to suck in views. It pained me enough to not give her bark or leaf garb, but my friend said "Couldn't you just censor her with those vines that seem to grow everywhere like weeds? And I said, "...Okay *shrug* why not?" I also just realized this is only the second girl I've ever drawn (first being in the Halo 4 comic), I hope I got the basic shape/anatomy right

T-RexWithTourettes wrote:How come? I mean, one of the two PC's are a dwarf that rely heavily on melee, and for the monsters and NPC's they encounter, I try and make it reasonably even with somewhere around 40% melee, 40% ranged and 20% other (magic and such). Just an estimate of course.

Two of two monsters I have seen so far are most dangerous in melee. Mabidi drains life and shem'len turns people into shem'len in close range.

Ohhh, I guess you meant COMMON not uncommon, yeah ranged is more of a thing humanoid monsters would possess, I don't really have any original monsters that use magic or ranged attacks.
And just for the sake of cannon, it doesn't actually turn them, the smoke from their wounds just attracts many many more

Hehe.. I rally like your drawings.. and the stories that come along with them...
that said... WTF? Is Noah&Dragons... I've newer heard of it.. and searching for it only turns up your devian art site....

It's just Dungeons and Dragons, but my own version, hahaha sorry I should have clarified it started with me making a few house rules along with DnD3.5 and then eventually I said, "MAN FUCK THIS SHIT," and made my own, Noah&Dragons, then Noah&Dragons2.0, then Noah&Dragons2.5. It's similar enough that and DnD player could get it, I just didn't have a rule book or anyone besides my Dad to tell me how to play, and didn't feel like looking it up online, so I made my own version more or less.
And yeah, I like making the short stories, the funnest thing to do while writing up all the rules and charts and whatever was making up the plotline, the quests, the characters, and all the bajillion backstories, 90% of which they'll never hear

T-RexWithTourettes wrote:Ohhh, I guess you meant COMMON not uncommon, yeah ranged is more of a thing humanoid monsters would possess, I don't really have any original monsters that use magic or ranged attacks.
And just for the sake of cannon, it doesn't actually turn them, the smoke from their wounds just attracts many many more

I guess you can say common. There is only difference in a point of view. What I wanted to say is that melee adventurers die fast.
And turning vs attracting will be different only with isolated shem'len.

There's usually always a bunch lurking around, just have to try and not trigger any, their only sense is sight otherwise they just stand around twitching.
Also, eh, we have a magic caster that's gotten into much more trouble, but yeah, our melee fighter is the only melee fighter and he has taken a LOT of punishment. I've been trying to get around to that rogue with the bow for ages, though...I'll get him, one day...

I'm also working on a very late birthday card to a girl whom I'm infatuated with, however I've been also trying to finish my book I promised myself I'd finish by the end of this year so I'm working on the drawing rather sparingly. Expect no time soon.